Before you read, I would like to emphasise once again, this is written in 10 minutes flat with no preparation nor correction. If I had time it would almost certainly not be any better.
Transfixed by the Lights, She Never Noticed He was There
The breeze of nothingness led her around a chain,
The odour was faint, like something almost felt,
Blankly onwards and around and around into pain,
Stumbling, staggering, yet somehow always upright.
Staggering and startling the colours, screaming bright
Onwards throughout the darkness above, skewed,
Odours clinging and claiming her own sweet light
Breeze. One by one the emotions appeared and queued.
One sharp and clear; despair was seen deep inside
Clinging rashly, furiously to her heart, in her body
Throughout her mind, her soul. It wasn’t the lights that cried
And ending, nothing could shake her knowledge of shoddy
Endings. Never once allowing her to see, to notice,
Her own true self finally emerging from the cocoon.
Rashly she ran and still didn’t see, beside her; POTUS?
Sharp her ears pricked, No! T’was not Donald, but a baboon.